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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.