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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.