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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.