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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.