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 Benin 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Can,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.