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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.