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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.