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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.