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 Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.