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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.