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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.