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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gang Green 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.