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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kayak 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
10cc,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.