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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.