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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.