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 Finland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.