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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.