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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.