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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.