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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.