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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.