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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.