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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.