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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.