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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.