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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.