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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Slave,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.