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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.