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 Oman and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
UT,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.