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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.