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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.