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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.