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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.