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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Germs to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.