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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.