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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond 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?
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.