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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.