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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.