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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.