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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.