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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.