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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.