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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.