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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.