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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
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.