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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.