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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Television,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.