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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.