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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.