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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.