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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.