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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.