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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Little Man,
The Index,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.