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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.