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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.