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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.