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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.