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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the rock 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
MDC,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.