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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.