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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.