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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.