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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Chrome,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.