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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Aswad,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.