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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Pole,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.