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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.