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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Slave,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.