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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.