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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.