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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.