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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Television,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.