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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
the Association,
Deakin,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.