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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Little Man,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.