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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.