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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.