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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.