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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.