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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.