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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.