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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.