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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Last Poets 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.