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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.