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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.