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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Smog,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.