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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.