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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
UT,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.