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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.