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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.