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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.