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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.