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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.