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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.