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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Franke,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.