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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.