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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.