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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Nico to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
UT,
Interpol,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.