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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.