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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.