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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.