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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.