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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.