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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.