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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.