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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.