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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.