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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.