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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.