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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.