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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.