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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
John Cale,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.