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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.