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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
ABBA,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.