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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.