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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.