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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.