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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.