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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
The Doors,
Scion,
June Days,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.