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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.