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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.