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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Interpol,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.