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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.