Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.