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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.