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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.