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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
UT,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.