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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.