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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.