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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Organ,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.