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 and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.