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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Drexciya 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.