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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.