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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.