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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.