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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.