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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.