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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.