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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.