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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.