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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.