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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 John Lydon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.