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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.