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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.