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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
UT,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.