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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.