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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.