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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Technova,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.