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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
EPMD,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.