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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Technova,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.