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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.