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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.