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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.