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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.