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 Libya 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.