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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.