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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.