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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.