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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Victims,
Crime,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.