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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.