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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.