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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Durutti Column 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.