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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.