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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.