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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.