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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.