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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s 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 Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.