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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.