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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.