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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.