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 Laos and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.