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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Visage,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.