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 Uruguay 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.