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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.