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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.