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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 Houston and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.