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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.