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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.