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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.