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 Belarus and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.