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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
June Days,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Chrome,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.