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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.