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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.