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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.