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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.