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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Brick,
Cymande,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.