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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Can,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.