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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.