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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.