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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.