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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.