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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.