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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Chrome,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.