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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.