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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.