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 London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.