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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.