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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.