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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.