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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.