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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.