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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Can,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.