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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.