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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.