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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.