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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.