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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.