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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scion to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.