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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Move,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.