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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.