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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Rakim,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.