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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Lalann,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.