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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.