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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.