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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.