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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.