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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.