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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.