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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.