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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.