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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.