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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Index,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.