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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Can,
Whodini,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.