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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.