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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.