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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.