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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Faust,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.