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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.