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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Technova,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.