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 Barbados and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.