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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.