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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.