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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Wire,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.