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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Names,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.