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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.