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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.