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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.