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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Index,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.