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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.