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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.