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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.