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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.