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 Hungary and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.