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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.