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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.