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 France and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Gong to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
the Association,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.