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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.