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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.