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 Ghana and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.