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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.