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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.