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 Angola and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.