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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rap 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.