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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.