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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.