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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Happenings to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.