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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Y Pants 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.