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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Television,
Crime,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.