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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.