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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.