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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.