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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.