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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.