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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.