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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.