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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Slackers to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Echospace,
Section 25,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.