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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.