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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Slave,
Neu!,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.