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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.