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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Japan,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.