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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.