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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.