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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.