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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.