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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.