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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.