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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Ten City,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.