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-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.