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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.