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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Television,
Franke,
Crime,
JFA,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.