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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.