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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.