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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.