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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
AZ,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.