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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.