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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.