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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.