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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.