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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.