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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.