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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Slave,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.