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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.