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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.