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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.