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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.