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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.