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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.