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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.