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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.