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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.