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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Faust,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.