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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.