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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.