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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.