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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.