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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Wings,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.