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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.