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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Fear,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.