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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.