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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.