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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Franke,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.