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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.