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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.