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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Wire,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.