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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.