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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Section 25,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.