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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.