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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.