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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.