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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.