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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.