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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.