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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.