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 Spain and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.