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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
New Order,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.