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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
10cc,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.