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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.