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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Erasure,
Can,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.