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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.