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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.