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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.