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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.