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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.