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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.