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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Byrd 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.