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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.