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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
X-102,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.