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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.