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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.