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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.