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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.