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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.