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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.