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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.