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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.