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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.