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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.