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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.