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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.