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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.