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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.