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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.