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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.