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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.