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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.