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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
JFA,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.