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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.