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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.