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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.