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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.