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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.