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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.