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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.