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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.