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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.