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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.