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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.