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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.