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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.