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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Faust,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Pole,
The Doors,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.