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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New Order to the disco 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.