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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.