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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.