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 France and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.