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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.