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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.