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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.