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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.