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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.