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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.