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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.