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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.