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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.