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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.