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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.