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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.