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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.