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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Technova,
Slave,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.