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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.