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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.