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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.