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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
New Order,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.