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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.