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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.