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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.