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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.