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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.