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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.