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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.