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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.