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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Gong,
The Doors,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.