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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Japan,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.