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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.