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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.