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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.