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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.