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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.