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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.