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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.