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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.