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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
The Names,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Gong,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.