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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.