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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.