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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.