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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.