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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.