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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.