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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.