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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.