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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Magma,
Interpol,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.