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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.