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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.