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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.