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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.