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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
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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.