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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
The Names,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.