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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.