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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.