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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.