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 China and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Josef K,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.