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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.