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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.