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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.