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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.