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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.