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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.