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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.