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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.