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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.