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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.