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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.