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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
The Move,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.