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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.