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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.