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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.