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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.