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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.