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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.