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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Cymande,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.