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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.