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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.