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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.