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 Haiti 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.