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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.