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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.