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 Kuwait and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.