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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.