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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Niagra 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.