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 States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.