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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.