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 Chad and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.