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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.