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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.