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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.