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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.