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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.