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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.