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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.