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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.