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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.