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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Magma,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.