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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.