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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.