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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.