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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.