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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.