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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.