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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Magma,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.