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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.