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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Nas,
The Leaves,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.