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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Can,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.