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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.