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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.