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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Victims to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.