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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.