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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Erasure,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Cymande,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.