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 Austria 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.