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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.