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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Searchers,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.