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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.