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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.