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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
The Busters,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Q65,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.