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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 sitar 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 Main Source to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.