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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.