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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Nas,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.