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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.