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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Swans,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.