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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Excepter,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.