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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.