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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s 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 Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Nas,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.