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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Television,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.