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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.