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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
ABBA,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.