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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.