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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.