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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.