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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.