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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.