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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.