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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.