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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.