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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.