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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Japan,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.