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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
10cc,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.