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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.